Chapter 78 Don’t Call Me Mr. Ji Anymore

From disinfection to changing the gauze and securing it with tape, the whole process went smoothly and took only a few minutes.

Ji Bingqian just lowered his head and looked at the woman squatting in front of him.

Her hair was very black, with a soft curl visible on top under the light. Her long eyelashes drooped, revealing only a focused profile.

He has suffered countless injuries over the years.

So many that he could hardly remember them all.

But no one had ever squatted down like this and treated a minor injury that seemed insignificant to him.

Especially in old houses.

Here, being injured is a sign of weakness, and bleeding is the most embarrassing thing that should not be seen.

This is the first time.

Someone treated his wound with such gentleness and seriousness.

There was an unfathomable emotion flashing across Ji Bingbing's eyes.

He watched Xu Yueqing pack up the medicine box, close the lid neatly, and then stand up.

As she was about to step away, he suddenly spoke, his voice breaking the silence in the room.

"Were you scared just now?"

Xu Yueqing paused.

She knew that he was asking about Li Qingzhi's madness on the lawn.

She raised her head and nodded honestly without lying.

"A little."

Anyone would be afraid of being beaten without any explanation.

Ji Bingqian showed no emotion on his face.

He reached out and buttoned his open shirt one by one from bottom to top.

The faint smell of blood in the air finally dissipated.

He straightened his collar before speaking again.

"Xiaochen is my older twin brother."

Xu Yueqing was stunned.

His brain seemed to freeze for a moment before he realized that Xiao Chen was the name Li Qingzhi had just called out.

Twin brother?

She asked subconsciously.

"What about him now?"

"He died when he was eighteen," Ji Bingqian answered quickly and without a trace of emotion, then added: "Car accident."

Eighteen years old, car accident.

Such a vibrant age, just gone like that.

Xu Yueqing felt a little depressed.

She looked at Ji Bingqian's expressionless face and said softly.

"Feel sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Ji Bingqian said calmly, "it happened many years ago."

His gaze fell on a certain point in the void and he continued.

"It's just that my mother has been unable to accept this fact all these years."

"So when she sees me, she thinks I'm her older brother."

"Then, my mind becomes confused and my emotions get out of control."

So that's how it is.

Xu Yueqing understood instantly.

She treated Ji Bingqian as her dead son.

Ji Bingqian's gaze fell back on Xu Yueqing's face.

"Don't think too much," he said in a deep voice, "She's not targeting you."

Xu Yueqing raised her head and met those deep eyes.

Did he explain all this just to tell himself not to think too much? Xu Yueqing's heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat.

She nodded, her voice soft.

"good."

Looking at her docile appearance, Ji Bingqian wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he paused.

Everything he wanted to say, about the complexity of this family and how to deal with it in the future, seemed redundant after she said the word "good".

She was smarter and more insightful than he thought.

The subtle atmosphere in the air changed, Ji Bingqian changed the subject, and his voice returned to his usual calmness.

"Don't call me Mr. Ji at home anymore."

Xu Yueqing was stunned and asked subconsciously: "What is that called?"